When I see him, he glows,
He radiates;
Basks in rays of gold
that fall through the rooftop of trees.
Scattered, dappled, welcomed.
So it no longer feels
like a poison to me.
At least for a moment.
Small doses bring unprecedented feelings of happiness.
Contentment, I hide behind my eyes
and follow close behind,
admiring him;
while nature sings songs of praise—
for him.
To the soft percussion of hooves below,
the melodies swallow the silence whole.
The moment becomes an eternity;
when my past is in front of me
and my heart is torn
between that and the present,
he's both.
He repairs the stitching,
binds the flesh,
with a blend of herbs and a smile.
Could I even learn his power?
Would he ever teach me his ways?
I hold a ballerina in my right hand,
performing for the gods,
bringing forth the true meaning
of existence.
Life's impermanence
is on the tips of her toes,
merely an arabesque
will make any creature bleed;
a pirouette could suffice,
but I don't think he approves
of taking a life.
I hold the laws of the universe
in my right hand,
yet I feel so weak stood next to him.
He defies the laws
—I just enforce them—
to an extent that I break the laws mankind creates,
and it's he who feels obliged
to change the fates;
the fates of those who I may be
the one to destroy.
Yet somehow he forgives me,
and tells me there's purity in revenge,
and that's striking the heart;
the balance of power lies in flesh.
Whether I'm under orders
of the divines,
or unhinged, enraged at those
with prying eyes;
those red eyes I see
in the dark and the day,
spitting venom, unfiltered and raw,
saturated in hatred and despair.
Rightly so—at me.
Yet he...
Never once fails to tell me my worth,
As if I'm not the shadow
with the double edged dancer,
outperforming life itself.
From past to present,
future and beyond,
I'll always be his
—if he'll have me—
after I inevitably strike
too close to home.
For I once thought I feared nothing,
now the thought of losing him now proves me wrong.
A million times over.
Because I,
am unpredictable,
and he is as unchanging as the sun
that sets and rises, day after day,
keeping the world alive and turning;
it warms me down to the bones.
Regardless of the stars we gaze upon,
I'll embrace the impermanence—
the only consistency I have.
Truly, I'll always be his,
despite our many contradictions.
I want nothing more
than my paladin, my protector;
by my side in life,
holding my hand in death.
I'll beg my love to forget my actions
and accept my devotion—
though it may be as vast and unexplored as the ocean.
The blade in the dark will arrive,
and I'll look heavenward to the sky,
with hope he'll never betray me
and that he'll tell me he's mine.
I've had this one in my notes for over a year now. It is quite long so it probably should end up getting edited down, haha. There are some parts in this I'm really proud of, though. I hope you like it :)
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Love Letters from Another World
PoetryTaking inspiration from my own experiences, fictional happenings, and difficult subjects seldom discussed on this platform. All with the hope to bring a breath of fresh air to wattpad's poetry. Here is where I'll write poems as they come to me, and...
